Monday morning haiku: April 5

Spring barges in like
a petulant pubescent
with a heart of gold

Monday Morning Haiku - September 15

She has bread

Instantly, at the

mere sight of the old woman 

five hundred pigeons

Monday Morning Haiku - Tuesday, September 9

(if not the day)

Rusty though I am
I recollect the meter:
five, seven, and five

Monday morning haiku - November 5

Sage words from a friend
dispelling my mundane mists
like a morning fog

Monday Morning Haiku - September 24

The equinox past,
still we swelter at ninety.
Please send some Autumn.

Monday morning haiku - September 3

My cold-fronted brain
collides with my sweat-sheen skin.
I begin to rain.

Monday morning haiku - August 20

And stippled with clouds
making the blue move bluer
so upward I go

Monday morning haiku - August 13

The human heartbeat
measured from the jugular
is never a waltz

Monday morning haiku - August 6

If prince were pauper,
would Cinderella love him?
My guess would be "no."

Monday morning haiku - July 23

Monday? Haiku? Check.
Morning's definition is
somewhat relative.

Monday morning haiku - April 23

A toast to your health!
Let us cast aside this feud!
...which cup is poisoned?

Monday morning haiku: April 9th

Incongruity:
See the water crystallize
See him mow his lawn

Inspired by my drive into work this morning.

Monday morning haiku: April 2nd

The old man laughs, though
nothing in his countenance
would suggest humor

Monday morning haiku - March 12

Three at a bus stop
All eyebrows and attitude
They squint in the sun

Monday morning haiku - March 5

The peal of a bell
birds scatter, breaking cover
in the morning rain

Monday morning haiku: Feb 26

All going nowhere:
That car, that soot, that feeling,
Until the ice melts

This week's haiku is more or less a combination of the two previous posts.

Monday morning haiku - Tuesday, Feb 20

Scattered, I forgot.
I've never had a knack for
punctuality.

Monday morning haiku - Feb 12

Stirring, silent sight
White now but gray all too soon
Chicago snowfall

My new feature

Each Monday morning
a freshly-written haiku
to start the work week